Second Chance SEAL(165)

“I want to go back home and see my parents.”

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea.”

“Maybe not, but it’s what I want to do.”

I frowned. “Why?”

“I want to make sure they’re okay.”

“You’re going to make this difficult for me, aren’t you?”

“Maybe I am.”

I grinned at her, “You like making it difficult, I think. Not like I mind working for it.”

“You’re not working for anything. I just want to make sure my parents are okay.”

“Sure, princess. Tell yourself that.” I smirked at her, moving closer. I knew what she was thinking. “I’ll work you as hard as you want. I’ll make your body feel things you’ve forgotten about. I know you went to bed last night and touched that tight pussy of yours while thinking about me.”

“I didn’t,” she said. But she looked away, and I knew she was lying.

“You did. You rubbed that soaking clit but had to stay quiet. You pretended like I had a hand over your mouth while I fucked you deep and rough.”

“No,” she said. “Not even close. Are you going to take me home today or do I have to go myself?”

“I’ll take you,” I said. “You can meet the team.”

“Good.” She turned and headed into the bedroom without another word.

I dug into my breakfast, grinning to myself. The girl pretended like she didn’t want it, acted like she didn’t, but we both knew the truth. That kiss last night was proof enough.

She was dripping wet every time she was around me.

And I couldn’t wait to keep working for that incredible pussy.





Chapter 13





Tara





I hated that I had to twist Emory’s arm just to get back to my own house. He clearly didn’t want to go there, but he wasn’t my jailer.

Or at least I didn’t think he was. Maybe I was wrong and he really was willing to do whatever it took to keep me safe, including locking me up in a closet somewhere.

Though a nice hotel with room service included wasn’t exactly a closet.

Still, I knew he wanted me to be safe, and I couldn’t be angry about that. Plus, he was being great with Mason. Emory clearly wasn’t the type of man to be a father, but he was trying, and that was more than I could have asked from him at this point.

“Ready?” He stood by the door, his arms crossed, as I put Mason into his stroller.

“Ready.”

Emory was wearing a tan button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up over his elbows and dark jeans. I could see a slight bulge where his gun was tucked into his pants, though only because I knew to look for it.

I followed him out of the room and back down the hall. We got into the elevator, rode it down to the bottom, and went out to the parking lot.

I frowned at his ridiculous car. “Did you really have to get one of these?” I asked him.

“Yes,” he said very seriously, “I absolutely did.”

“Makes it hard to transport an infant.”

“I didn’t know I’d be driving around a baby.”

“Yes, you did,” I grumbled. “You just wanted a fast car.”

“Damn right I did.”

I got Mason situated in the back seat and climbed up front as Emory fired up the engine. He grinned at me as he pulled out of the parking lot, driving way too fast.

“Slow down!” I said, surprised.

“Relax, princess,” he said. “I have training for this.”

“Still, there’s a baby back there.”

“There is?” He revved the engine and passed a car on the shoulder. “I guess I forgot.”

I glanced back at Mason, and he seemed to be loving the speed.

“You two are awful,” I said, but I couldn’t help but smile.

He looked in the rearview mirror. “Your mom is just jealous,” he said to Mason. “She wishes she could handle this speed.”

“I can handle it. I just choose not to.”

“Sounds like denial to me.”

We sped through town, a grin on Emory’s face. I knew that if I hadn’t said anything, he probably would have driven much slower and carefully, but he clearly wanted to push my buttons, and I knew I was letting him.

I couldn’t help it. He was just so cocky, such an asshole. He seemed to think the world revolved around him. I was only in this mess at all because of that cocky confidence to begin with. The least he could do was drive normally.

We got to my parents’ house not long after. He pulled into the driveway and parked behind my dad’s car. I got out and started unhooking Mason’s car seat.

“I’ll be back,” Emory said, and walked off.